Vangeance Black Clover Novels & Stories

“You can’t just keep me here against my will. It’s fuckin’ illegal.” “Hello, Clarissa.” I jump as a deep voice from behind startles me. I turn to see Vance, no longer in his suit jacket, his black shirt unbuttoned at the top, showing his dark chest hair. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, exposing intricate tattoos all in black, no color.

Lord Dimitri was deeply furious about what Alpha Aiden had done to him, he had taken it to make sure Alpha Aiden doesn't live at all, both him and Draven NightShade. In the dark of night, the Black Fangs Clan gathered in their underground lair, deep within the shadowy depths of the forest. They were a powerful clan of vampires, feared and respected by all who knew of their existence. And now, they were preparing for war. The Black Fangs had different strategies at doing things, who would have known they had a lair like that.

She viciously stabbed the dagger into my pale arm. The silver poison burned my skin instantly. It sizzled. "Didn't you love that cloak?" she spat. "Let's see if you still have the face to wear it once I carve you up!" The crowd gasped. For a vampire, this was the ultimate humiliation. A permanent scar that barely healed. Victoria gripped the dagger tighter. Drops of smoking black blood hit the floor. Panic rose in my chest. I knew I had to beg. "I was wrong. Take the cloak. I shouldn't have fought you for it. Please, don't do this!"

It was the first time Vans had pushed his senses to their utmost limits, allowing his brain to work faster than ever before. [Fire arrow] [Fire arrow] While blocking the interlocked sword strikes, ten fire arrows formed beside Vans' head. They swiftly flew towards the man's face. Although they were launched from close range, the man managed to evade them by using his shadow magic to shift positions. This was a high-speed battle between two individuals with different weapons and different types of magic. The man with the black mask wielded two daggers and employed dark magic as his ultimate weapon. On the other hand, Vans utilized his two large swords and fire magic as his ultimate abilities.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

A black dress, with a white scarf attached to the top of the dress, and her lovely blond hair falling down her shoulders. “Ba..” “Maverick.. Why, why, do you punish yourself?” “All this isn't real! You are not real, the clown I saw isn't real!!! Y’all need to get out of my head!” I kept hitting my head as I was about to crash out. I kept trying to control my emotions, but it looked like I was close to going insane. “Maverick, you didn't do anything. My death wasn't your fault.. You can smile and be happy now..”

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

Celeste stepped closer, and Sera could smell her expensive perfume-something floral and cloying that probably cost more than Sera's monthly wages. "What's your name?" Celeste asked, her tone shifting to something more calculating. "Sera Blackwood, ma'am." "Sera." Celeste circled her slowly, like a predator assessing prey. "You're new here. Two weeks, is that right?" "Yes, ma'am." "And in those two weeks, you've decided to involve yourself in matters that are well above your station." Celeste stopped directly in front of her, forcing Sera to look up. "This garden belonged to the Alpha's first mate. It's deeply personal, deeply painful. What makes you think you have any right to touch it?"

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

Typical Clara, only interested in her books. I sighed, turning to head back downstairs. That's when I heard the bang. It wasn't just a thump or a knock, it was a resounding crash. I rushed to the nearest window, pressing my face to the glass to see what happened. Smoke billowed outside, near the gates of our home. Through the haze I saw men, many men gathered there, wielding weapons that gleamed strangely in the daylight. The blades looked lighter, a chill ran through my spine the moment I recognized it. Silver.